In Cold Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice, sharp as the wind, spoke the word: "Traitor." And there, kneeling in the white snow, was a man. He had Kael's proud bearing, his piercing blue eyes, filled with a grim acceptance. He did not protest. He merely bowed his head. A flash of steel—not an axe, but a sword—arced through the cold air. The sound was a terrible, wet crunch, a clash of metal against flesh and bone that sickened the very soul. The man crumpled, lifeless, his blood a shocking, vibrant pool of red that spread like a blasphemy across the pristine white snow.

I made that clear to him before he chuckled and continued. Silver Bloods? I've never heard of them before. Where was he getting all this from? Now he was just ranting off. "That was what I thought as well—if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I had seen such wolves only less than a handful of times. They are as rare as blood jade diamonds. But in the end, Dr. Carter was able to kill her using the star-shaped pendant. This object is capable of weakening them to their lowest point if exposed to them for a long while. And then he stabbed her, in order for her not to heal fast—until she bled out and died."

Amber's resistance meant nothing to him. "Non sense! You are a cannibal. You're a murderer," the woman groaned as she pushed the strong arm wrapped around her stomach. After lowering Amber on the couch, Mr. Cold pressed the woman's shoulder to keep her from moving anywhere. Tilting his head, he snorted lightly. "You are an idiot, apparently. Do you really believe that I am a cannibal?” "Isn't the evidence clear? You have no mercy, you collect the bones of your victims, and you drink blood."

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

Cold... It is very cold... I'm on my knees; I can feel the snow soaking through my pants. My hands are shaking in my lap; they're covered in blood. Why? There is a huge commotion around me, voices screaming, and I feel like I'm not there, as if my mind has decided to go away and leave me lying in this freezing snow. The blood on my hands drips and stains the white ground beneath me. Blood... Anaís... I clutch my chest; I can't breathe, like something is stuck between my ribs.

My blood ran cold so fast it felt physical, like ice poured straight into my veins. I froze. Every muscle locked. Evelyn Voss.

Every time it drops away, cold floods in to fill the gap. I can’t tell if I’m screaming or if that’s just the sound of my soul being peeled away. Memories bubble up, forced to the surface like everything inside me is being wrung out. Snow. Blood. A hill under my knees, cold seeping through a thin dress. Hands bound behind me. Silver at my throat, burning and icy all at once. A banner in the distance—his, I know it’s his ", even though the colors blur. A younger face, wild with terror, shouting my name as he rides and rides and doesn’t get there in time—

Cecily's P.O.V I take a cold shower, trying to calm all my nerves. I killed someone. I killed two men. Red Blood men but they were still humans. I let my wolf get the best of me. His words were like stabs to the heart; no one talks about killing my family.